Hello again,
By the time this week's List is published (and well done to me for finally working out how to schedule a publish after just the twenty years' using Blogger) I'll be in Wales.
Not for Wales Goes Pop, alas, though those of you attending are free to make me jealous by telling me afterwards how good it was. Prolapse, Heavenly, Lande Hekt, Pink Opaque, Red Sleeping Beauty, Stuart Moxham, The Cords, Swansea Sound, The School, Would-Be-Goods, Tulpa... I'd settle for that as entertainment any day of the week.
You've got to go back to the 2017 renewal of this festival for the last (only?) appearance there by The Just Joans, but one can assume with relative certainty that the small handful of gigs this January just gone won't amount to the sum total of their live activity this year. Not with their first album since 2020 recently released into the wild.
From a musical perspective, Romantic Visions of Scotland is the most fully realised album in the 20-year career of Glasgow's most acid wits, the DIY recording methods of previous output eschewed in favour of a decamp to Paul Savage's Chem19 studio and the application of more strings than ever before.
I do love the fact that the bill for this upgrade was at least in part met by Creative Scotland, an executive non-departmental public body of the Scottish government, making this an example of state-funded misanthropy. I imagine that will have appealed to David and Katie Pope's sense of humour also.
Lead single Oh Veronica, How Right You Are, replete with David Pope reveling in the role of an obnoxious, deluded singer-songwriter in the video, kicks off this week's Session of Sorts feature.
Among the other choices, it's a particular pleasure to be able to include a track from You Might Be Smiling Now. Avowed lovers of fellow sardonic songsmith Stephin Merritt to the extent of covering All The Umbrellas In London and referencing his works in record titles (q.v. 6.9 Love Songs), this 2017 Just Joans long-player took matters further with a sound and delivery which to these ears appeared to pay appreciable homage to the very earliest Magnetic Fields releases. Certainly pre-Get Lost, perhaps even pre-Holiday. It does have a primitive feel to it next to the brand new album, but I love it no less for that.
You'll have to forgive my resisting the temptation to burn one choice on The Just Joans' calling card If You Don't Pull, as the chances are you're already more than familiar with it and there were other things I wanted to share in its stead.
I'm amused even to this day, however, how certain of us used to joke that the Indietracks festival, if not the entire fabric of civilisation as we know it, would cease to exist and crumble into the sea if ever a year passed without someone performing it.
The festival's de facto anthem, then, and our very own equivalent of the ravens of the Tower of London or the apes of Gibraltar.
I first heard David play If You Don't Pull solo in front of a small but wildly appreciative gathering in the merchandise tent late one evening in 2008. Fast forward eight years, and he and two other Just Joanses could be seen hastily rounded up and made to play said song in an absolutely rammed merch tent, thereby staving off Indiepopgeddon for another year. Phew.
Several other appearances at Indietracks would follow; but in addition, in the band's absence, anyone else from Allo, Darlin' to Markie Popstar and Tonieee Clay (the last two named in their Indiepop Singalong capacity) would have a crack at it. Always greeted enthusiastically. Always sung along to lustily. It felt like our song. It always will.
One act whose complete absence from the entire lifespan of Indietracks long perplexed me, meanwhile, was Tompot Blenny.
This vehicle for singer-songwriter-bassist Carl Bassett and guitarist Craig Wheatley would have fitted perfectly within the festival's musical idiom, and would likely have been known all about by the festival organisers as a very early signing to Matt Haynes's post-Sarah label Shinkansen.
Perhaps tracking them down, however, had proven deceptively hard. I, along with many in the indiepop scene, and even for a while their own label boss, assumed them to be based in Ilkeston, not even 20 minutes' drive from the Indietracks site at the Midland Railway, Swanwick Junction. They could practically have jogged there.
But subsequent Shinkansen newsletters referred to what Matt's Sarah online archive still refers to as "moves between different locations around the East Midlands with suspicious frequency"; and whatever came to pass in the interim, Carl's Bandcamp page places him a good bit further down the country in Bedford these days.
I would feel desperately sorry for them if an opportunity to play the best festival of them all had gone begging due to contact having not been established. Tompot Blenny would have been a perfect fit for the church stage or better still - as a band whose opening EP included the track Sleepwaiting For Trains, don't forget - an acoustic turn upon Indietracks' USP of the moving train carriage.
Whatever the truth of it, the fine Found Under Blankets - both the title and final track of the band's debut album - is included this week.
An elusive person also informs the final track I want to write about this week.
The song first - an endearingly daft piece of ultra-commercial French hip-hop, Tarzan samples and all, from Benny B, early-1990s staples of that Salut! magazine to which your secondary school will likely have had a subscription. I've no idea how cool they thought they were, but as this came out over the winter of 1990-1991 the inevitable parallels with Vanilla Ice were there to be made.
And then the person. This was one of numerous Francophone tracks to feature in the Eurochart Hot 100, as the name suggests a weekly countdown of the continent's biggest tracks of the week (quantified by sales or airplay or both? I forget which) fronted by Pat Sharp and syndicated by scores of UK commercial radio stations.
It would have been about all I still listened to Manchester commercial channel Key 103 for by then (Radio 1 or Signal meeting all my other music needs), and even then solely for the foreign stuff I'd not hear elsewhere.
Evidently the same applied to one other classmate, who for a few weeks around the time this track came out would great me at school with "ehhhhh, qu'est-ce qu'on fait maintenant?" by way of an in-joke.
If he's forgotten that, he's forgiven - we're going back 35 years here. I've not seen or heard from him in getting on for three decades now, and although he did spend time in Sheffield (by amazing coincidence, at one time living in the next street along from where I now call home), I have no evidence that this remains the case.
So... ou est tu mon ami, Simon? Ca va?
J xx
Click on the video or link to play each tune (links last checked as all working 27/03/2026).
CORNERSHOP - Waterlogged (1993)
HORSEGIRL – Switch Over (2025)
HOUSE OF ALL - Valiant Heart (2026)
FABRIQUÉ EN FRANCE
THEN AND NOW: Souad Massi
HOLY FUCK - Evie (2026)
SCIENTISTROCK
A SESSION OF SORTS: The Just Joans
GOSSIP – Real Power (2024)
THE REAL TUESDAY WELD – Kix (2007)
I LOVE POP MUSIC AND I WILL FIGHT YOU
KYLIE MINOGUE - Light Years (2000)
A SESSION OF SORTS: The Just Joans
DJANGO DJANGO - Spirals (2020)
GOODIER BEFORE WHILEY & LAMACQ
IN LOVING MEMORY: Dot Rotten
DOT ROTTEN - Overload (2012)


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